by Martin Luther
Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott,
Ein gute Wehr und Waffen.
Er hilft uns frei aus aller Not,
Die uns jetzt hat betroffen.
Der alt böse Feind,
Mit Ernst er's jetzt meint.
Groß Macht und viel List
Sein grausam Rüstung ist.
Auf Erd ist nicht seinsgleichen.
Mit unsrer Macht ist nichts getan,
Wir sind gar bald verloren.
Es streit't für uns der rechte Mann,
Den Gott hat selbst erkoren.
Fragst du, wer der ist?
Er heißt Jesus Christ,
Der Herr Zebaoth,
Und ist kein ander Gott.
Das Feld muß er behalten.
Und wenn die Welt voll Teufel wär
Und wollt uns gar verschlingen,
So fürchten wir uns nicht so sehr,
Es soll uns doch gelingen.
Der Fürst dieser Welt,
Wie saur er sich stellt,
Tut er uns doch nicht.
Das macht, er ist gericht't.
Ein Wörtlein kann ihn fällen.
Das Wort sie sollen lassen stahn
Und kein' Dank dazu haben.
Er ist bei uns wohl auf dem Plan
Mit seinem Geist und Gaben.
Nehmen sie den Leib,
Gut, Ehr, Kind und Weib,
Laß fahren dahin.
Sie haben's kein Gewinn.
Das Reich muß uns doch bleiben.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott
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Thursday, October 30, 2008
Something Changed
by Jarvis Cocker
I wrote this song two hours before we met
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet
I could have stayed at home and gone to bed
I could have gone to see a film instead
You might have changed your mind and seen your friend
Life could have been very different but then
Something changed
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
And does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say:
'Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway
'Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today
'Something changed'
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing
That in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going
Where would I be now?
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I don't know, but like you just said
Something changed
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Live Forever
by Noel Gallagher
Maybe I don't really wanna know
How your garden grows
'Cause I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks you to the bone?
Maybe I just want to fly
Want to live, but don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breathe
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I, we're gonna live forever
Maybe I will never be
All the things that I want to be
Now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I, we're gonna live forever
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